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PERFORMING ARTISTS
HARDY
HARDY
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
David Garcia
David Garcia
Songwriter
Brett Tyler
Brett Tyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Producer
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Yount
Ryan Yount
Assistant Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I filled up, maxed that Discover Bought a can of snuff, dropped ten for the cover Had fifteen bucks to drink down my supper I was broke, boy Then she walked in the door, lookin' like a million Never seen her before, but man, I had a feelin' She's the kind if you swing and miss It'll leave your heart broke, boy Funny what you do when you got nothin' to lose So I counted to three, eased on up and said "My truck is parked in the parking lot In the back seat's a half-full rack of beer I got a spot to stop and watch a star drop Whatcha say we get there and the hell outta here" Then a "Yes" turned into an all-night kiss On the top of a dropped tailgate And man, I couldn't help but think to myself (damn) Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy (Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy) (Broke boy, broke boy) You got some pretty good game for a broke boy (Broke boy, broke boy, funny like a joke boy) (Broke boy, broke boy) We woke up to the heat of that summer And that one night turned into two hundred Now she tells me that she loves me right before she goes to bed And she wouldn't be saying that if I never said "My truck is parked in the parking lot In the back seat's a half-full rack of beer I got a spot to stop and watch a star drop Whatcha say we get there and the hell outta here" Then a "Yes" turned into an all-night kiss On the top of a dropped tailgate And man, I couldn't help but think to myself (damn) Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy Shootin' your shot like a .45 Colt for a Mississippi queen that deserves it all Who'da thought a right-on-the-money honey'd Ever fall for a broke boy? My truck was parked in that parking lot Every one of them backseat beers got drank I didn't have a dime to my last name Aw, but she took mine, and I got the Lord to thank That a "Yes" turned into an all-night kiss On the top of a dropped tailgate And man, I couldn't help but think to myself (damn) Damn, son, you got some pretty good game for a broke boy Broke boy, whiskey in your Coke, boy Lookin' back now, kinda funny like a joke, boy Mississippi queen that deserves it all Who'da thought a right-on-the-money honey'd Ever fall for a broke boy? A right-on-the-money honey'd Ever fall for a broke boy
Writer(s): David Garcia, Brett Tyler, Michael Hardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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